His arms flexed as he adjusted the armoire in the corner. He wiped his hands on his thin t-shirt. It rode up as he picked at something on the door. He ran his hand through his shaggy light brown hair. He stood back and rubbed the stubble on his chin.

I watched him as he reached out and caressed the wood.

I felt it on my cheek.

He leaned in and rested his forehead on the wood.

I leaned in too.

His beautiful lips whispered something to the wood.

I felt the wisp of air on my earlobe and shivered.

He made a fist as his forearms flexed and knocked twice.

"Come in," I whispered and gasped.

Excerpt #2

I placed a hand on his abs to push him away, but when I touched the immovable force, BAM, a chill hit me again, and I stopped breathing. He must have felt something too. He exhaled and looked down at our hands.

"Wow," he whispered and dropped my hand.

I held in a whimper from the immediate loss and turned back to my table. I could feel his presence behind me. Not physical, like when I fell into his arms, but no less powerful and consuming. I exhaled myself.

"Brooklyn," I said and reached for the handle of my suitcase.

"Brooklyn."

God, the way he said my name.

His tone pleaded for me to turn around.

"I really need to get set up here." I didn't recognize my own voice.

"Can I help?" He reached around and brushed his fingers over mine. Of course, I would have the book labeled bedroom in my hand. I would have giggled at the irony if the thought of him in a bedroom didn't cross my inappropriate mind.

His powerful aura, for lack of a better term, felt familiar. Not that I had been near him before, but I knew his type. He commanded everything around him. His being alone demanded your attention and devotion.

I shook the thought out of my head.

"I've got it covered," I said with more confidence than I felt.

He sighed.

The disappointment rolled off his body and engulfed me.

I’d disappointed him.

He was displeased with me.

I shook it off again. I had no allegiance to this man. We had never even met before.

Excerpt #2

"Spanking?"

She rolled her eyes and gave me an, oh, please look.

"Not an acceptable response. That's one."

"One what?" I asked.

"One spanking. I'll ask you again. Spanking?"

"Yes."

"Blood play."

"Hard limit." Her eyes grew wide.

I smirked.

She licked her lips.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.

"Choking."

She hesitated but whispered, "Soft."

She responded to me choking her earlier. I wasn't sure if it were something she’d played around with before.

"Shibari?"

"Yes, but . . ." She stopped.

"Continue."

"No suspending me from the ceiling and leaving me for days." She shivered.

"Okay." I let my jeans fall to the ground.

Her eyes sparkled. She strained to watch.

I ran my hand over the bulge in my shorts and held in a groan.

"Anal," I said.

"Yes." No hesitation.

That's my girl.

"Humiliation," I said with a raised eyebrow.

"Soft." She drew out the word.

"What's your concern?" I kneeled on the bed.

"It's not important. We can discuss it later."

"I wouldn't have asked the question if I didn't want to know." I ran my hands up her legs.

Her eyes grew wet as she blinked to prevent her tears from falling.

Seeing her cry hit me in the gut. I laid down and cupped her cheek.

"What is it? Brooklyn. Tell me."

"Malcolm . . ." She blinked. "He used to call me names, and I liked it, but then his friends would do the same, and I didn't. I don't know." Her tears flowed.

"Maybe you're right. This isn't the time to do this." I laid a hand against her cheek.

"I'm sorry." She blinked.

"Brooklyn. You have nothing to be sorry for. I want to know you. Every part of you. Even the stuff you're ashamed and embarrassed about. All of it made you into this incredible, beautiful, sexy woman." I kissed her. Tasted her tears on my lips. I moved a hand down to her tits and unhooked the clasp on the front of her bra. Her tits were real and firm, her nipples hard. I took one in my mouth and pinched the other.

She whimpered.

I teased her with my teeth and my tongue.

Her moans told me she liked them both.

My hand traveled down her stomach and into her panties. I ran my fingers through her folds, her pussy wet and swollen from me touching her before.

She moaned and squirmed against my touch.

I pressed a finger inside her.

She squeezed her pussy around it.

I pushed in two.

She ground against my hand.

"Sir," she said against my mouth.

"Yes, my sweet sub."

She smiled a sweet grin, with a little mischievous gleam in her eye.

"Will you please fuck me now?"

I stopped.

The smile fell from her lips.

I removed her panties and climbed between her legs. I slid on a condom and laid down; our bodies flush against each other, my full weight on her. I reached up and clasped my hands with hers where they were cuffed together. I lifted her thighs over my hips, grabbed my cock, and pressed into her in one motion.

"Oh, fuck." We both growled. If I had any doubt this woman was made for me, the moment I entered her for the first time, confirmed it. I memorized everything about how it felt. Me, deep inside her, my cock squeezed in the most perfect way, and her eyes staring into mine.

AUTHOR BIO:

Sydney Aaliyah Michelle is a Contemporary Romance writer, a voracious reader, tattoo lover, and movie fanatic who hails from Texas.

After surviving 5 1/2 years living in China, she had the courage to finally pursue her passion and become a writer.

She identifies the sci-fi action flick "The Matrix" as the best representation of her life in the past. She is now blessed to be awake and doing what she loves.

She can recite the entire script from the 80's teen comedy/drama "The Breakfast Club" and loves any and everything associated with the Avengers Movie, especially Tony Stark.

When it come to books, Sydney reads different genres, but some of her favorite writers are Stephen King, Alex J. Cavanaugh, J.A Huss, M. Never & Emily Bronte. Under the Dome, The Great Gatsby & Wuthering Heights are her favorite books.

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